Seventy-seven words,

In the midst of the gods, Faceless walked directly to the stone table and reached out to press on the ball of light. The ball of light suddenly dimmed, and the surroundings were pitch black, and they became dark.

Faceless wants to release consciousness from the body, but finds that the consciousness is imprisoned and can only swim within itself. Suddenly, a small part of consciousness, freed from invisible confinement, appeared outside the body.

Consciousness can come out of his body, which makes Faceless breathe a sigh of relief. At this moment, the connection between the faceless and the conscious, as if something had been severed, melted into the darkness and was swallowed up by the endless darkness. Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Faceless's mouth.

There was a slight coldness behind the faceless, and he quickly withdrew the remaining consciousness, and the invisible force chased after him, and when the faceless retracted his consciousness, he quickly took a few bites.

Because of the continuous impaired consciousness, faceless blood, as if it didn't want money, spurted out of his mouth.

The faceless figure took a few steps back, his face was a little gloomy, and with a whoosh, the wooden sword was taken out of the Xingchen Ding in his body and held it in his hand. Faceless holds the wooden sword in his hand, holds the wooden sword horizontally in front of him, and stares vigilantly in front of him to prevent the invisible force in the darkness from attacking.

Time passed quietly, and in the darkness, there was no sound but the faceless gasp. The unknown creature in the darkness did not sneak up on him as Faceless thought.

That strange power, after the faceless consciousness was withdrawn, never appeared again.

In the darkness, a long, long time passed, and the faceless for a long time did not know how long he had held on, and that strange power, as if after a blow, disappeared, and never appeared again.

Gradually, Faceless let down his vigilance and began to look around. Black, endless black, even with your hands in front of you, you can't see it without a face, you can only feel it.

Walking around in the dark, though unsafe, in order to know what the hell this is?

The sound of footsteps, rhythmically ringing in Faceless's ears, was his own pace. No matter how far the faceless walked, the scenery around him remained the same, unchanged in the slightest.

In the endless darkness, Faceless gradually became agitated, and the endless darkness came from his body and mind, making him feel so powerless.

In the darkness, Faceless's whole body slowly trembled, and the control of his limbs was gradually lost, fear, silence, emptiness, and floated to Faceless's heart.

"Ahh!!!!h

A loud roar rang out, and the aftermath echoed in the darkness and in the faceless ears.

This long roar released a little bit of the negative consciousness in Faceless's heart. He forced the negative thoughts in his heart to suppress. With his legs crossed and his hands gathered in the dantian, he sat on the ground like this.

"Darkness is a terrible existence for intelligent beings, and it can only turn consciousness to other places. As he spoke, Faceless closed his eyes and devoted his mind to cultivation.

High up, the old beggar looked at the faceless in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction, "Darkness is fine for other creatures, but for humans, darkness is a more terrifying existence than any creature. Because it erodes people's hearts. This son is still young, but he can do it to such an extent, not bad, not bad. It's just that the missing thing is too important, otherwise it should be better!"

The old beggar said two good things in a row, which shows his satisfaction with Faceless.

"Let's go see that sword boy again!" After the old beggar finished, his left hand flicked in the water mirror, and a circle of ripples appeared in the water mirror, and Wang Lin's figure appeared.

Wang Lin was not as flustered as faceless, and there was no expression on his calm face. He walked slowly, and from time to time, tightened the iron sword in his hand.

Wang Lin was awakened by the faceless words in front of Shenzang, he believed in his sword, believed in his own way, believed in his own way, so he had to keep walking, no matter what was in front of him, he would not stop, and he would not turn back.

The old beggar slapped him and imprinted it on his head, and he was speechless for Wang Lin. Obviously, the heart and comprehension are not much stronger, but they are a tendon person.

This dark test is that for the loneliness and loneliness of cultivation, if you are like Wang Lin and keep walking patiently, no matter how hard your heart is, it will be polished out one day.

Cultivation is cultivation and cultivation, and it is also the mind. Unless you transcend this world, you will one day be polished by the Tao. The old man didn't think that Wang Lin's heart had reached that realm, and he wasn't very optimistic about Wang Lin.

Cultivating the Tao, cultivating the Tao, and not becoming the Tao, then it will always be cultivation. The Tao is endless, how can we become enlightened?

The old beggar looked at Wang Lin and remembered which of his previous selves and how similar he was.

"Heaven has no heart, but people have affection!" Alas, the old man sighed, "Forget it, meeting is fate!

In the dark, Wang Lin was still walking forward, and an old voice sounded directly in his head, "The road is not a sword, it is your heart, your shadow." Don't just stick to it. 〞

Wang Lin's whole body shook and stopped. After listening to the faceless words, Wang Lin always felt very dissonant. Faceless's words are also true, but they are different from his own path. This passage in his mind just opened up his train of thought.

"Senior, senior!" Wang Lin shouted. The only thing that answered him was the bursts of echoes.

Wang Lin clasped his hands into fists and bowed deeply to the front, "What insists is the heart, it is not a sword, I understand!" Wang Lin's eyes flashed with a hint of realization. An earth-shattering sword momentum slowly rose from him, and the sword momentum became stronger and stronger as Wang Lin raised his head.

Wang Lin was dressed in a robe without wind, and his black hair was flying all over the sky. Wang Lin's eyes were closed, sensing his sword, his heart.

With a roar, Wang Lin's eyes suddenly opened, and the sword momentum on his body continued to climb upward, and with that roar, the sword momentum gradually evolved into sword intent.

Two sword rays shot out of his eyes, shooting into the darkness, and actually cut out two cracks in the endless darkness.

After a blow, Wang Lin put away the sword intent on his body, and the two cracks that were cut out also recovered in the blink of an eye.

"I've been promoted to sword intent!You, what's the matter?. Wang Lin glanced in one direction, then sat cross-legged on the ground, put away his mind, and slowly sensed what kind of feeling the sword momentum promoted the sword intent.

"Well, the perception is good. The old beggar looked at Wang Lin in the water mirror, revealing a satisfied look.

The old man waved his hand, and a faceless figure appeared in the water mirror. Faceless was still motionless, sitting cross-legged on the ground. When the old man saw this, there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes, "Sure enough, is it still not possible to lack that piece?

"Alas" the old man sighed and took a big bite of the roast leg of lamb, "Take a look first, take a look first, his things, it's better not to move them yet." "——Collection, Collection, Collection, Collection